(𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄)

I notice Olivia continuously shifting in her seat as though she's uncomfortable. We had left her house merely because she didn't want to be there alone, but on the way to my house, my grandpa called and asked me to bring him some Clopidogrel.

I wasn't exactly eager to do it, but he is my grandfather and he has been looking after me ever since I've decided to rebel.

"So this is who gets all my boy's attention?" He questions, holding onto the railing as he walks down the wooden stairs.

She chuckles lightly before standing onto her feet, he pulls her into a hug, possibly one where her lungs want to give out.

He finally lets her go then turns and takes his medicine from me. "Thanks," he mutters and I nod, placing my hands into my pockets per usual.

"I've heard many things about you, this guy can't seem to shut up when it comes to you," he jokes causing me to roll my eyes playfully.

He isn't completely wrong but he did ask me to talk about her. It's not my fault when I start I can't stop.

She laughs at his comment and the two of them walk around together. He walks with his cane and I soon follow behind them.

God he's going to embarrass me.

He purposefully takes a turn through the halls of troom, I like to call it, it stands for Tristan and doom, Troom.  Pictures are erect on each side of the walls.

Pictures of me to be exact, starting off with various pictures at the beach to ones where I'm in the tub taking a shower. I call it an major invasion of privacy.

Olivia comes to a stop, looking over at one of the pictures, it's one of me when I first got an award from a singing competition at school.

I still remember the day as if it'd happen yesterday, I wish it was a day that ended good.

"You really liked music huh," Olivia speaks.

"That was his passion if not his baby, he loved it more than he loved himself at times,"

She smiled at his comment brightly, so bright you could see the smile in her eyes, she's beautiful, drop-dead gorgeous and her smile makes her ten times more attractive.

I'm not sure how I haven't noticed until now but God, she is the epitome of perfection. Flawed perfection. 

We take a seat in the living room, Olivia next to me and my grandfather across from us. I place my arm across the back of the couch and nervously pick at my hair.

"You know when I was your age I had ten girls on one arm," he jokes, I roll my eyes. It's not the first time he's said any of this, considering my father was the same, along with my older brother who they seem to forget about most of the time.

But he's also the one who told me don't mess around with drugs, girls and sex. At times I didn't know it but he didn't want me to be like him, a drug and sex addict.

"And surprising no STDs," I tell him. He gives me a stern look and a smile pulls on my lips.

He turns back to Olivia, "What I'm trying to say is that Tristan here, has never taken anyone to my house," 

"Well, you did call him to get your medicine," Olivia replies, her voice low and gentle as she speaks to him.

"Even so, he didn't have to come," he mutters.

"I also told him I didn't want to meet you on my death bed," he retorts.

"You're dying?" she questions with a raised brow and a soft expression on her face.

"I don't look this old for nothing," he tells her.

"He has a heart disease," I state.

"When were you diagnosed?" she asks.

"Nine years go, the doctors tell me most people only last ten years,"

I gaze at him, "But you aren't most people, so you better keep kicking," I mutter.

He chuckles lightly, "I heard you'll be kicking very soon," he retorts.

I'm assuming he means football, seems like I'll end up training this winter since my father can't keep his mouth shut for a few weeks.

"He told you?" I question and he nods, shifting comfortably into the back of his seat.

"I'm not going to be taking any scholarships, it's just so he can take in Kate," 

"You still don't get it," he scoffs rubbing his temples.

"Don't get what?" Olivia questions, chiming into the conversation.

"He doesn't want to take any scholarships because he doesn't think any nurse can do their jobs," he says and I roll my eyes.

"You told me I should take a break and when I did, you had a heart attack while your nurse was using your money to party at a club," I state.

"Yeah, luckily you were at that same club," he says. "But we should move on from this dying topic," 

"If you don't mind me asking, are you Tristan's mother's father or Tristan's father's father?" she asks, possibly overcomplicating the question from the burst of nerves flowing through her body.

"Father's side," he says.

Unfortunately, he is my father's father, but he's never really looked over him, as much as he does with me, other than paying for his tuition. He treats me as if I'm more his son than his own son.

I glance down at my watch before looking up at them, "We actually have to get going, my parents want to have dinner in ten minutes," I state.

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I didn't realise that I wasn't the only one who couldn't bare having dinner with my parents alone, Kate also brought along Tabitha.

Everyone were seated, my mother at the head of the table while my father sits at the opposing end.

While Tabitha and Kate were seates in front of Olivia and I.

"Are you guys excited for winter break," my father speaks, breaking the silence, "Praying for some snow huh"

"Actually yes, Greendale is way too hot on the normal basis," Tabitha answers.

"What do you guys have planned?" My mom asks.

"Nothing really, might just sit with some blankets and hot chocolate," Kate jokes.

My father clears his throat before speaking, "Nothing productive like some studying?" He questions.

"Oh, she doesn't go to college," Olivia states.

"Well it's a factor to think about," he retorts. "What exactly do you have planned if you don't go to college,"

"They're a lot of people who succeed with having to go to college," I tell him.

He scoffs lowly, "Yeah, as if that turned out so good for your brother," he mutters.

"What?" I question, glancing towards the middle aged man.

He shakes his head, a blank expression on his face which just makes me want to punch him hard.

"You know I actually spoke with your coach, he's uh, glad to have you back," he says. I mentally roll my eyes.

"He's actually training tomorrow, I could drop you off," he states.

I shake my head, "I can drive myself,"

The clatter of dishes silence the room as the chef brings out the meals covered with a sliver cloche.

A dish is placed in front of each of us, before the head chef starts to tell us what's under. I don't exactly listen, considering it's a bunch of fancy words used to describe something as simple as mashed potatoes.

I glance down at Olivia, I notice she's fidgeting with the bottom of her shirt, she doesn't seem interested in what he has to say, more so she seems nervous.

I place my hand onto hers, the feeling cold sensation runs through my hand and I know for a fact, she's nervous.

She looks up at me and I give her a small smile before intertwining our fingers. It wasn't the first time she'd talked to my parents.

Why exactly would she be nervous now.

"You okay?" I inquire, softly rubbing my thumb in circles against the back of her hand.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she mutters, leaning her head against my arm.

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𝗼𝗼. ⁞ 𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 !

Hey guys, that concludes chapter thirty-five,I've been so irresponsible with updating this book and idek why. I really do hope that you liked this chapter. Chapter thirty-six coming soon.

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